The socialites panicked and frantically chased after Debra. Her white dress was too conspicuous, attracting those hunters too.
Liza seized the moment and took the elevator to the second floor. In the seating area, those masked figures were still watching the game unfold.
Liza steadied her breathing and hid in the corner. Everyone's attention was focused downstairs, so no one noticed her.
"Help!" screamed one of the socialites as she was dragged away by the hunters.
Liza's heart was in her throat until Debra ran out of sight.
The socialites had no idea that once Debra was caught, the game would end early, and everyone would die.
Soon, Liza noticed that Cathryn was gone. Before she could look more closely, another scream echoed from the hall. "Help! I don't want to die."
Liza clenched the hem of her dress, her breathing becoming shaky.
In the meantime, two socialites cornered Debra.
"We don't want this, but there are no other choices," they said, lunging at her.
These socialites were well-fed and had no fighting skills. With just a couple of moves, Debra knocked them over.
She said, "If you catch me, you'll die faster. I suggest you run. Don't let those hunters catch you. Wait until the three hours are up, and someone will come to rescue us."
"That's easy to fix." Debra swiftly unzipped her dress.
Frederic froze. "What are you doing?"
Under her white dress, she was wearing a tight black gown.
"You..."
"I anticipated something might go wrong, so I prepared in advance."
When she first saw Liza's black gown, she had a bad feeling. Changing into black was a precaution. It would help her blend in better and slip away in the chaos.
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